Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.
One of two projectors, still set to run old 3D flicks.
A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
The sun sets in front of a huge concrete building—about four times the size of the power plant. Probably a corn storage bin from an ethanol operation that ran here in the 1980s.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
The coal water power plant stack accompanied the smell of an arson.
This was one of two skyways that went between production line offices. It’s easy to tell because it’s not reinforced for machinery to travel through it. I also like that it’s a double-decker, so to speak.
Though the proscenium went through two overhauls (1940s, 1970s), it is almost totally original to the 1916 design.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.